I didn’t have much time to make dinner this evening for our guests so the mini-quiches and blueberry pie were store bought, from a good store.
The menu included sauteed pork chops with traditional milk/flour/egg/crumbs method. Also very strange spaetzle (I’d have made my own, had I known), green beans and a German cucumber salad whose recipe is on this blog.
I told a story to our guests. Years ago I sought to make a difference in my community by joining our local park council. The entry level was insignificant, sitting in a chair at a meeting for three months in a row. But I was not allowed to join.
When I asked why, they said I was outside of the boundaries. I told them my neighbor was on the council and they said yes, she’s there to represent all of you. I took my case to the mayor, city council and parks department then gave my “taxation without representation” speech. I was allowed to join.
Not only that, I’d mentioned it to a friend and all of a sudden I was VP of the organization that gave this public council money.They still hated me, for years, and still do as they try to find me online all the time to keep making my life miserable even though I moved away a decade ago.
When there, my dog died suddenly, and over 40 neighbors wanted to donate a tree to our park in her memory. The city decided what kind, size and placement of the tree, but the people who hated me from the start fought it tooth and nail. I was not the instigator of this but was contacted by my city council office to explain myself.
I showed them the brochure from the Foundation that gives them money, of which I was a vice-president and mentioned that the size, type and placement of the tree was all in the city’s hands.
That was a sad victory. I did get to put a snip of her latest tennis ball in the hole before they planted the tree. My dear neighbor sewed some of her ashes into the teddy bear she brought to the park her last day which is up in my closet next to the collage she made of all my dog’s photos. And we all got together and each poured a cup of water on the tree to help it grow.
As it comes to blogs, I’d advise someone who wants to start one on the things no-one tells you. Of course she’ll learn from experience, but after a few years, even though I’m not into the technical aspects and WP is letting people steal my words for money, I’ve a few things to say. Lunch next week. Cheers! Dee
Cooking with Dee 